Singing Jesus

Let me tell you 'bout singin Jesus
And the words he sang were true
He went up on the mountain
And the people, they came too
There were sinners, there were hippies
And the poor and lowly kind
But the good Lord said, "Come unto me
And ease your troubled mind."

Chorus:
He was a singin Jesus
Trav-lin' near and far
Singin Jesus, with an old beat up guitar
And on his hands, a scar

Well, some men preach you a sermon
They try to save your soul
Listen to singin Jesus
Preachin with the rock and roll
Some men preach you a sermon
Say give away your cloak and shoes
Listen to barefoot Jesus
Preachin with the rhythm and blues

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And his song said, Men are brothers
And it rang out clear and great
And what the color of the brothers' skin
He did not stipulate
Said, stop your feudin and fightin
Kick those no-good wars
Beat your swords into ploughshares
And your guns into steel guitars

(Chorus)